I had the following conversation the other night when I babysat Mae and Clark at their house. We were eating marshmallows out of a bag that we found sitting (opened, thank you food elves) on the kitchen counter. I should preface this with-Mae and I have an ongoing conversation about the existence (or nonexistence) of fairies. I, for one, am a fairy proponent. Mae, on the other hand, maintains that fairies do not exist. I realize that this appears counter-intuitive and that we would be on opposite sides of that particular argument, but this is Planet Moo Moo so....it is what it is... So...that said....
MAE: *biting into a marshmallow* Grandma, do you know how to make marshmallows?
ME: No. No I don't. I would imagine it involves lots of sugar.
MAE: I wish we knew how to make these. They're very good.
ME: I think marshmallows are fairy food.
MAE: *after a long silence and a sigh* Grandma, I don't believe in fairies. They're not real.
ME: *one raised eyebrow and nodding head* Then how do you explain marshmallows?
MAE: *stunned silence*
I may have looked calm and reflective, but inside,